Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.